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作词 : Buck, Merchant |
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Hey Jack Kerouac, |
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I think of you mother and all the tears she cried |
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She would cry for none other |
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than her little boy lost in a little world that hated |
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and that dared to drag him down |
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Her little boy courageous |
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who chose his words from mouths |
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of babes got lost in the wood. |
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Hip-flash slinging madmen, |
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steaming cafe flirts, |
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they all spoke through you. |
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Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, |
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when you were the brightest star |
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who were the shadows? |
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Of the San Francisco beat boys |
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you were the favourite. |
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Now they sit and rattle their bones |
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and think of their blood stoned days |
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You chose your words from mouths of |
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babes got lost in the world. |
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The hip-flask slinging madmen |
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steaming cafe flirts, |
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in Chinatown, howling at night |
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Allen baby, why so jaded? |
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Have the boys all grown up |
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and their beauty faded? |
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Billy, what a saint they made you |
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You‘re just like Mary down in Mexico On All Souls' Day. |
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You chose your words from mouths of |
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babes lost in the world |
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The cool junk booting madmen, |
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street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. |
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What a tear stained shock of the world |
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you've gone away without saying goodbye. |